Page 13 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Evelyn

My neck stings from where Dante sunk his teeth in. I feel my breathing escalate, and my eyes feel heavy. He does things to me that I can’t explain.

Dante has a reputation. A reputation for being heartless and cut-throat. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself and his family. He was the single most dangerous man in our college until he graduated last year. Now Lucien holds the title.

I feel scared and safe at the same time.

No one can touch me, he would never let them.

He already made sure I knew he would kill someone if they ever did.

He doesn’t act like he would ever hurt me, but that’s what Astra thinks about Lucien.

I can’t be as naive as her. This man could still hurt me emotionally, even if he wouldn’t physically.

He stands before me, sipping his drink, looking out the window.

He wears black pants, a tight black t-shirt that hugs his muscular build perfectly, and black combat boots.

His tattoos snake down his arms onto his hands and peer out of the top of his shirt, covering his neck.

His dark hair is shorter on the sides and messy on the top.

His jawline is sharp and defined, with a hint of stubble.

He looks so danger ous. So forbidden. My mother would never approve, and my father, well, he’s up for anything that gets me out of his house, I think.

I have never seen Dante date anyone, but he has had his fair share of women, and from what I know, they all seem to have lived to tell the tale. He won’t hurt me, right?

He places his drink down, removing myself from my thoughts, and he stands before me. Towering over me as I sit on the sofa. He kneels in front of me. His eyes are hungry. They are cold and black. He looks like he really could devour me right now.

He places his hands on my shoulders, and he slowly runs his hands down my bare arms. He stops when he reaches the hem of my silk cami. He goes to lift, and I grab his hands.

“Wait…”

He pauses, looking at me inquisitively. I don’t actually have a reason to stop him. My body craves his touch. I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to believe that I am falling for this kind of man.

“I’ve waited long enough.”

He continues to slowly lift my shirt, while my mind screams at me to run, and my body feels weighted down.

As if I have cinder blocks anchoring me in my place.

I want to stop him, but I don’t, as he tosses my shirt to the floor behind him.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. I never really do; they always feel constricting, and I prefer the feeling of freedom.

My breasts are exposed to him, and I instinctively cover myself, crossing my arms over my chest. Embarrassment taking over my body.

He grabs my wrists, prying them away from my body, and I let him. I take a deep breath to stop myself from panicking. It’s okay. You want to feel the thrill. Don’t you?

“Fucking perfect,” he praises me as he leans in and sucks on my nipple. My body tingles from his touch. I feel a pool of arousal gathering between my legs. He moves onto the other side, sucking and teasing my sen sitive nipple with his tongue. A whimper escapes from me.

He uses his hand to grab the other one, squeezing and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive bud. I try to squeeze my legs together to ease the ache between them.

He releases himself and stands before me, my eyes immediately land on the erection that is practically bursting from his pants before me. I have never done anything like this before. I have never done anything other than make out with a guy. It is all so foreign, but I need it. I need to let go.

He unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper. My lips part, and I wet my lips in anticipation.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He asks me as he hooks his hands in the top of his pants.

“No,” the words practically rush out of me. I don’t recognize myself right now.

He gives me a sinister smile as he pushes his pants down slightly, letting his cock spring from the confinement.

“Kneel,” he commands in a chilling voice.

My body moves slowly, knowing I can’t back out of this. My body wants this. I have never been more turned on in my fucking life. I kneel before him, looking at the floor as I try to rationalize my actions. I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Chin up.”

I lift my chin to meet his gaze, refusing to show weakness.

“Good girl.”

Those words penetrate deeper than any words he has spoken to me. His words of praise heat my core. He pulls his phone out and takes a picture of me kneeling before him, with my tits on full display and his length just inches before my face. Fucking asshole.

“Don’t fucking do that.” I spit the words out as if they were venom on my tongue.

“Don’t worry, princess. It’s for me.”

Apprehension takes over, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel fucking dirty like a whore.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I snap my eyes open and look at him. I can feel pressure building behind my eyes. Now is not the time to fucking cry.

“Are you going to be my good girl?” He asks, lifting my chin.

“Yes.” I let out a breath. His words stroke my ego. The part of me that craves the darkness. My body is craving him. He is the darkness. I’m fucked.

He is going to use me and throw me away.

He just took a picture of me on my fucking knees for him.

He has cameras in your room. The thought of him watching me pleasure myself comes to mind.

If he wanted to blackmail me, he could have done that a long time ago.

Plus, I can’t run now, not when the Devil has me on my knees.

He guides the tip to my mouth, and I open as wide as I can, as if it’s an instinct.

I can feel him stretching my mouth wider as he pushes in deeper.

I moan. Foreign feelings take hold of me, and I begin to pull him gently in and out of my mouth.

I have watched porn before, so I try my best to do what I can remember.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you suck my cock,” he groans.

He starts pumping faster. I can feel arousal creeping down my thigh.

I move my hips gently to ease the growing need, enjoying the sensation as I please him.

I slow down, and he fists the back of my hair, plunging deep into my throat, and tears prick my eyes.

I start gagging, trying to hold down the bile that wants to rise.

For a moment, it feels like he might kill me, but then his tone changes. It’s almost gentle.

“Breath through your nose.”

I try to focus my breathing and his cock starts to swell in my mouth.

“Swallow my come like a good girl.” He groans.

I keep sucking as if my life depends on it because it feels like it just might.

He forces my head down. I nearly choke as he releases all of his cum down my throat.

My eyes are overflowing with tears from gagging.

He slowly pulls out of my mouth. I look down at the floor, embarrassed by the tears that are falling.

I don’t even realize I am crying. The shame washes over me. I made a mistake. I should have run.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I can’t bring myself to look at him.

He guides my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes, “You’re such a good girl, princess.” He praises. I nod shakily. I don’t know what is happening. I know that I should go home.

He walks into an adjoining room, which I can only assume is the bathroom.

I hear the water turn on. He walks over to me and reaches for my hand.

Without looking up at him, I place my hand in his to stand.

He swiftly sweeps me off my feet and carries me into the bathroom.

He places me on the floor facing a full-length mirror.

I keep my eyes on the floor, feeling ashamed.

I can see to the left that he has started his Jacuzzi tub, and he has poured in essential oils.

He has been spying on me for a long time, so I’m not surprised he has the exact oils I use at home.

I cover myself with my arms, feeling exposed and raw.

He stands behind me and caresses the sides of my body in the mirror, his head resting on the side of mine.

“Look in the mirror, Evelyn.”

I look into the mirror, and my makeup is smeared; I look like trash.

“You’re mine. You look beautiful when you’re mine.”

I nod, still letting the tears stream down my face.

“Do you want to feel good?”

I don’t move.

“You’ve earned it.”

He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my skirt, slowly peeling it to my ankles. The voice inside my head is telling me I shouldn’t let him, but I want him to. I want to feel good. I told myself I would try, because if I don’t, I’ll always wonder—what if?

He reaches between my legs, and my body jumps at his touch. He uses his finger softly to spread my wetness over my folds. My body relaxes into his. His touch calms the voices swimming in my head.

“I think you enjoyed choking on my cock.”

He kisses my neck, and a shiver travels through me. He touches me so gently that I almost forget how forceful he was a few minutes ago. How rough he buried himself down my throat. How aroused I was from the way he praised me. He is going to be the death of me.

He runs his hand between my thighs once more before plunging a finger into me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I gasp in shock, and I grip onto his arm, trying to stop him. He restrains my arms with his free hand and continues.

“Just let go, baby. You’re body is aching for me.”

He’s right. I need to let go. This is why I came here. I crave his touch, and I don’t want it from anyone else. I never have.

He removes his finger and reaches over to turn off the tub. He hurls me over his shoulder and places me on my back in the middle of his king-size bed.

He approaches me and strokes my cheek sensually. I stare into his dark eyes. They are swimming with desire and need.

“I would never hurt you. You’re mine. I don’t hurt what belongs to me.”

He walks to the foot of the bed and swiftly pulls my legs down, bringing me close to him.

He spreads my legs and dips down between them, licking my inner thighs.

I tense at the erotic sensation. I can feel myself dripping onto his silk sheets.

He glides a finger into me as his tongue dances on my clit.

I suppress the moan that wants to slip through my lips. He goes faster and harder.

My moans grow louder, and I am unable to hold them in.

Just let go. He inserts another finger, and it sends me over the edge.

My body shudders onto his mattress, and a new feeling overtakes my body.

Stars dance behind my eyes, and darkness overcomes me.

My insides squeeze tight around his fingers.

I can hear his groans as he continues to lick up every last drop.

I melt into his bed, feeling a calmness wash over me.

He climbs up on the bed, hovering above me as he plants a delicate kiss on my forehead.

My breathing starts to even out, and I feel as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

How have I never had an orgasm like that before?

The thought is quickly gone as I feel his hand stroking my cheek.

I slowly open my eyes, unsure of what to do from here.

“You look so beautiful when you come for me.”

Heat rises to my face again, and I go to bury my face in my hands, but he quickly stops me.

“Stop.” His expression is cold, yet comforting. He wants to see me. The real me.

He scoops me up in his arms once more, and escorts me back into the bathroom; only this time, I can’t stand or my legs will give out. I don’t feel the same disgust I felt with myself earlier. I feel wanted.

He places me in the tub, letting me soak and rest.

No talking, just existing. He is, however, staring at me while he leans against the vanity. I wonder what he is thinking right now. If I were to guess, he has been waiting to watch me take a bath in person for quite some time. The thought makes me smile to myself.

Once I am thoroughly cleaned, I stand to get out of the tub, and he tries to hand me a robe. Keeping myself covered with my hands to the best of my ability, even though he has seen every inch of me now.

“I don’t need a robe. I can just put my clothes back on, it’s really okay. I’m just going to go home anyway.”

“You think I’m going to let you leave tonight? Not a chance.” He hands me the robe, insisting I take it.

Shit.

Nervously, I slip into the robe. I feel like I’m being held captive, but then again, he kept his word. He didn’t hurt me. Instead, he gave me the best orgasm of my life with only his mouth.

I step into the bedroom, not sure of where I will sleep. I didn’t realize it’s already past midnight.

“I’ll be up in a few. I have some work to tend to. You can sleep on the bed, whatever side you want.” He heads into the closet and puts on some sweatpants and a black crew-neck t-shirt. He looks hot as Hell when he dresses down.

He exits the room, and I am left with my thoughts. I scan the room, needing something more than a robe to sleep in. There is no way I’m going to sleep naked in his room. I don’t even actually know this man. I know of him, but that’s why I’m scared to run.

I know he doesn’t take no for an answer. I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do.

I slip into his closet and find a shirt and a pair of boxers. I slide them on, rolling them to make them fit better. Everything in the closet is monochromatic. No personality. No color.

Once I am dressed, I make my way to the side of the bed that faces the mountains. I might as well make the most of my overnight stay. I lay down, pulling the comforter up, looking out onto the night sky shining brightly over the range.

Why are you here? You need to run! He’s dangerous. You can’t trust him.

My thoughts run through my brain, trying to remove the little sanity I have left. I press my eyes shut. I inhale for 4, hold for 4, and exhale for 4. I don’t have a choice but to force myself to sleep. Hopefully, he doesn’t kill me before I can wake up.